My Fingerprinting Experience
I had my fingerprints taken today at the USCIS facility in Tukwila, near Seattle. My appointment was in the afternoon.
As is my practice before any important occasion, I did a recon of the building a few days ago to get an idea of the best route, the driving time, parking locations, and what the building looks like.
The facility is a vast improvement over the old INS digs in Seattle. For one thing, there wasn't a long line of people waiting
outside the building.
Plenty of parking is available at the USCIS lot for $5. The attendant can give you change for a bill as large as $20; any larger than that and you're out of luck.
It's been raining buckets around here for a few weeks; so I carry an umbrella around with me. As I walked from the parking lot to the building today, I passed about a dozen people who were cold, wet, and miserable without an umbrella.
Walking into the building, you're immediately met by a security guard who asks for ID. There doesn't seem to be a purpose to this, since the ID isn't checked against anything else; Mohammed Atta could walk in there without an appointment.
More effective is the screening, which is similar to airport security checks, except:
- You have to take off your watch
- You can keep your shoes on
- The metal detector beeps at just about everyone. I rarely get beeped at airports, but it beeped at me
- The screeners were a little more courteous than most airport screeners
Once past the screening, you're directed to an area with four lines:
- InfoPass
- Fingerprinting
- Interviews
- I don't recall
There was a single lady behind a counter handling all four lines; there weren't many people in line, since they all had to get through the single security screening line first.
The lady called all the people (two) in line 1 first, one by one. Then line 3 and then line 2. I presume this is to maximize the throughput of the system.
I presented my fingerprinting notice and Green Card. She looked at them, and handed me a ticket number (H252) and a form to fill out. She told me to go to a waiting area and fill out the form while waiting for my number to be called.
In the waiting area, I filled out the form - name, phone, address, SSN, A#... Why does CIS keep asking me for this information over and over?
There were a couple of TV screens in the waiting room, displaying ticket numbers. They were also announced over a PA system.
These ticketing systems never quite work right at CIS. When I was standing by counter 11, which is where the H numbers were being assigned on the screens, the lady at the counter called me up and said she'd already called my number. I hadn't seen my number on the screens and hadn't heard it over the PA; so there must have been some glitch. (After dealing with me, she kept calling people over the same way.)
A few weeks ago, some idiot parked a giant SUV in a compact spot next to my car. While squeezing into my car, I slammed the door against one of my fingers. It hurt like hell!
With careful tending, the finger went from black-and-blue to perfect. But the nail is still healing, and looks skeezy shades of pink and blue; so I cover it up with a band-aid. I'd cut the band-aid so that it covered only the nail, not the finger.
The lady noticed this and asked if I'd cut myself. I explained, but she said they'd have to "roll" fingers in order to take fingerprints; so I should take the band-aid off. I complied, and she handed me another ticket (191) and let me into the fingerprinting room behind her counter.
USCIS officials sometimes treat applicants like teachers treat schoolchildren. After watching this lady deal with a couple of applicants, I can understand why. One gentleman had filled out just about everything wrong in his application, and she basically had to fill it out for him from his Green Card and driver's license. She asked for his SSN, and he told her, clearly enough that the people waiting in the fingerprinting room could hear. I bet we could do some serious damage to his credit rating if we wanted to
Ordinarily, when dealing with government bureaucracies, I take a good book along to read during the wait. But, from all I've read, fingerprinting at the Seattle office is quite quick; so I didn't bother this time. I was right.
There are about 5 fingerprinting machines in the room, each with a technician. When I went in, they were calling ticket 185. I'd barely waited 10 minutes when my number was called.
My technician seemed to have the sniffles, but she faced away from me every time she sniffed.
The fingerprinting machine is rather like one of those self-service checkout things you see at grocery stores these days. There's a screen, and a glass panel over which they roll your finger instead of scanning a grocery item. The technician spritzes what looks like cleaning solution on the glass every couple of fingers.
The technician rolls your finger over the glass, and the fingerprint appears on the screen as she does. The machine seems to check whether the print is good enough; it shows a warning and beeps if necessary. The technician then redoes the print if a warning popped up.
After she was done with all ten fingers (miraculously she didn't even notice my
skeezy bruised nail), she asked me to wait, fill out a customer satisfaction card while I waited, and then hand it to her. With the awesome power USCIS holds over me, I wasn't about to take chances with a non-secret customer feedback form. I put down an attaboy on everything. No doubt some USCIS representative will use these feedback cards as propaganda while he's being grilled by a Congressional committee. A secret survey of immigrants' opinions about CIS might produce slightly different results
While I was filling out the card, a Quality Assurance technician reviewed the prints. They then put down their signature and ID number on my fingerprinting notice.
With this process, I doubt if the FBI sends back very many prints because of their quality.
I was done. I was handed back my fingerprinting notice and Green Card, and exited the building.
The whole thing had taken 45 minutes. I had driven into the parking lot at 2:30 and was driving out of there by 3:15.
Overall, this experience was better than I'd expected.
Mailed N-400: 10/27/06
Priority Date: 10/30/06
Check cashed: 11/2/06
Postmark on FP notice and receipt: 11/7/06
FP: 11/21/06
Interview notice: ?
Interview: ?
Oath: ?